"Dangdangdang!" The urgent bell rang throughout every corner of Lockstone.
"What happened!" Yerong, who had combed his long hair into thin braids and tied them behind his head, ran over and asked.
Someone once asked him why he didn't cut his hair, but his answer was that he didn't have time. This is also the only answer that excellent mechanics can give, and Yerong is one of the excellent mechanics in the mining city of Lockstone. So even in the most urgent situation, there will still be people stopping to answer his questions.
"A woman broke into the gunpowder storage and threatened to commit suicide for her man to see! A small explosion had already been triggered, and the person in charge was very afraid that it would cause a bigger explosion. If the entire gunpowder storage was destroyed, it wouldn't matter if it didn't affect others." As soon as he finished speaking, the young man who had stopped stopped quickly returned to his rescue work.
"Don't make a fuss!" After leaving behind such a sentence, Ye Rong forcibly rushed into the locked gunpowder storage site, disregarding everyone's opposition.
"Don't come over!" is the easiest sentence to hear from a population planning to commit suicide. And most people's reaction is to stop and shout loudly, "Don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive! Speak slowly if you have something to say!" to avoid suicidal behavior. But the historical chain of the past has made Yerong's way of life different from ordinary people
"Damn you! If you want to die, you should also die a little further away from me. Don't waste so much refined gunpowder!" To put it all, Yerong still ignored the scattered flames around her and approached the woman in front of her step by step.
After a brief pause, the woman still realized that the two were in different positions. As a real threat, she placed the torch in her hand close to the ground and connected it to the ropes of several main powder barrels, warning once again, "You... don't come over!"
As long as the main gunpowder barrel of the rope continues to explode, the entire gunpowder storage will inevitably be implicated, and losing one gunpowder storage will not solve the problem. However, the angry person still didn't stop, and the woman was caught in the other person's actions and didn't know what to do. As soon as Yerong approached the frightened woman, he immediately grabbed the torch and threw a heavy slap.
Grasping the other person's collar and pulling them in front of him, Yerong gritted his teeth. "Remember one thing, people who really want to die won't make such a big fuss. It's best for you to figure out what's really on your mind for me. If it's just to attract others' attention, then stripping off your clothes and running naked can have the same effect!"
"What do you know! What do you know!" The woman pushed away, unaware of the situation, and casually accused her man.
After losing balance for a moment, although Yerong stabilized his figure, the torch he had forgotten to extinguish had already ignited the rope on the ground. "Oh! Damn it!"
"I don't want to die yet! I don't want to die yet!" The woman, who was about to die, crouched down in fear. Completely without considering any remedial measures, just covering his ears and shouting.
Looking at the woman, Yerong just snorted heavily with his nose and cursed, "Woman!"
Put out the torch in hand and observe the surroundings. The intentionally extended rope on the ground has not yet burned to the branch line, and there is still plenty of time. Next to it were several small powder barrels that had been exploded earlier and were still burning with sparks.
Without saying a word, he scratched the sharp fragments of the gunpowder barrel with bare hands, cutting out several blood marks of varying depths. Grasp the burning flames with both hands and step on the unburned part with one foot. I made a loop around my hand, pulled hard, and the rope broke in response. At the same time, the flames also went out.
After exhaling, Yerong walked out without looking back. And the woman still squatted on the ground, holding her head, murmuring words like I don't want to die yet.
"Yerong mechanic, how is the situation inside?" The person in charge of on-site rescue walked over.
After patting the other person's shoulder, Ye Rong said, "It's okay. Take out the people inside! By the way, pour water inside, there are still some residual flames, please be careful."
"Water? It's full of gunpowder inside!"
I grabbed the other person's collar and grabbed them in front of me. "I don't care if you use water or something. Anyway, put out all the fire inside. The gunpowder can still be used when it's wet and dried in the sun, but when it's burned, there's nothing left, you know!"
"I know... I know!"
The tough tone quickly made the other party yield, and the people gathered to prepare for the rescue work also carried out their assigned tasks in the fastest possible time.
Seeing another group of people gathered, Yerong also guessed from the chirping that the newly arrived male protagonist was surrounded in the center of the crowd. With a hypocritical smile on his face, he pushed everyone aside and squeezed into the center.
"I can't do anything about it! She loves me so much and doesn't do anything about me. There's nothing happening between me and her."
Coincidentally, hearing such a sentence with one's own ears twisted and distorted the smile on Yerong's face.
"Ah!... Yerong mechanic."
Watching the man's awkward smile, Yerong clenched his injured fist and greeted him heavily on the bridge of his nose. Spat on the fallen man. "You should be grateful, I forgot to bring my musket with me!" Suddenly turned around and stared, as the people around couldn't help but make way.
"Is he so angry?"
"Ah! Dad." Yerong, who had just walked out of the crowd, looked at his father with a caring gaze. The face that was originally full of anger also calmed down. "It's nothing! I haven't slept well lately and haven't eaten well. I finally had a good rest time, but if I get disturbed, my anger will naturally increase."
"If someone forgets to eat and sleep for their own sake, and instead blames others for all their responsibilities, there's nothing to complain about, right?"
"Hehe!" Scratching his head, he smiled awkwardly.
Looking at his son's silly smile, as a father, it was difficult to say anything, but then he remembered the serious matter and said, "The elders are looking for you. Go and meet them!"
"What are those old men thinking?"
"God knows. Go ahead!"
"Oh!"
The room, which has always been dull, still maintains the same tone today. Just as he entered the door, Yerong smelled the strong smell of engine oil, so familiar and beautiful! It's like seducing all the souls in my bones.
The elders in Locke Stone are just a group of crazy old men who have lost their youthful energy. They still do not give up studying this vast ancient ruins. Although not personally involved in the reconstruction or even excavation work. But they all serve as advisors to several restoration teams, accounting for a considerable proportion of the work in the reconstruction of relics. So you can still smell the smell of engine oil on them to prevent metal rust and provide lubrication.
Someone once said, "Except for lunatics and exceptionally determined individuals, no one can stay at Lockstone for more than one round." The fact also proves that none of the caravans that come to Lockstone have stayed for more than thirteen days. Most of the time, after the orders and deposits are discarded, they take the goods they ordered last time and leave.
But today the situation in this room is a bit different from usual. As soon as I entered the door, two dim door gods leaned against the wall in the shadow. Wearing a yellowed linen white robe with traces of wind and frost, her face was wrapped in thick cloth strips, revealing only a pair of pupils that seemed to be able to see through the world. One of them was equipped with a one handed long sword, while the other was equipped with a thin edged curved sword.
The elders on duty at the table were dressed similarly, but they could tell that they were more noble or luxurious fat merchants. Now that trade has become quite frequent, Yerong knows that the other party comes from the desert area in the southwest of the mainland. The two people behind the door should be the rumored professions, swordsmen, right.
"Yerong, you're here."
"Elder, what's going on?"
"Let me introduce you to Mr. Shalou, a merchant leader from the desert holy city of Dalain in the southwest of the mainland. Behind him are two swordsmen responsible for the main escort mission, Dilarocha and Diego."
"Hello. I am Yerong, a Class A mechanic from Lv8."
After nodding to each other and welcoming each other, one of the elders continued, "They came this time hoping to purchase our firearms' technology, so we have decided to send you to guide them. Recently, your responsibility for the reconstruction of the ruins has achieved considerable results, and I heard it has come to an end. Let's consider it as a trip to relax! Along the way, bring one or two assistants out to gain their experience."
"Wait a moment." The swordsman with a curved sword stood up and spoke, "Please forgive me for being so impolite, but this young man is just an Lv8 mechanic."
Before he could even defend himself, a famous elder named Ye Rong replied, "Don't worry! This kid is second in terms of his familiarity with firearms in Locke Stone, and no one dares to recognize him first. Moreover, the judgment of our mechanics is not based on the level of Lv, because the experience value judgment of professional unions is mainly focused on combat. Technically speaking, a Class A mechanic is one of the top six registered mechanics among more than 200. For his firearms skills, every member of our Elder Council can provide unconditional guarantees."
"Sorry, please forgive my rudeness." The swordsman apologized seriously for the elder's explanation.
Listening to the convincing apology from others, Yerong didn't have much to feel dissatisfied with. He turned to the elders and asked, "Don't praise them so quickly yet. Locke Stone's style has never deviated from the realm of merchants. Let's talk about the cost of business trips first. Is it more appropriate for you to say so?"
"Hahaha! Good kid, you're pretty clear headed. Without further ado, you'll receive 10% of the full payment already prepaid this time, and the assistant you've chosen will receive 10% of the amount. Of course, their portion will be borne by Locke Stone. Your 10% will not be less."
"Hey! It's so heartless, right? I'm doing everything, so why don't you take the other 80%?" Yerong complained loudly as she looked at the old man in front of her with an exaggerated expression.
"The rest of the expenses are also invested in the excavation funds of each team, and we only receive the salary within the regulations. Which ear did you hear that we have taken more? Besides, the cost of an ordinary Grade A mechanic's annual business trip is 100 gold coins, and this time you have received more than that."
"How much?"
"A thousand gold coins."
"One... one thousand! That's already ten thousand." Under simple mathematical calculations, the astronomical figures brought surprised Yerong.
Nodding his head, the elder admired the young man's surprised expression and said in his plain voice, "That's right! Ten thousand gold coins are a price tag at the A-level treasure level in the treasure encyclopedia, and the technique of exchanging firearms is already very worthwhile."
"But..." Yerong frowned, showing a look of grievance.
"Well... let you take the sniper rifle out, too," the elder continued, seeing through the young man's thoughts in front of him. "That long gun is the best among all the existing firearms. It's also the one with level E in the Treasure Encyclopedia that has made you drool for a long time, and you've always wanted to bring it with you."
Leaving his body out, Yerong smiled and said, "Then I'll also bring a telephoto scope out, the original version of the ruins. Anyway, there are five excavated from the ruins, three in the group's research room, one in the exhibition hall, and one in the warehouse. The replicas are too bad, I don't want them."
"You're very picky, kid."
With a businesslike professional smile on his face, Ye Rong chuckled a few times and said, "Hehe! Businessman."
"Okay, reach an agreement." Elder handed Yerong a document. "Take this document to the exhibition hall, and the person in charge will hand over the things to you. Once you are ready, report to us and we can set off."
"Elder, the big deal is not good!" The person who rushed in panicked and gasped for breath, hurriedly saying.
"Hahaha!" One of the elders laughed and said, "We just agreed on a large business deal, how could it not be good?"
"No! Elder! The grasslands outside the city are filled with figures, each fully armed, dressed in the attire of an Eastern army. And even now, they don't know what the other party plans to do, they just keep approaching."
After confirming with each other that they heard the same news, they quietly watched the reporter adjust their breathing before calmly asking, "How many people are there?"
"Compared to two or three years ago, there were more people gathered in the Church of Angels in Rockstone."
The commotion echoed into the room, and the unclosed door revealed people's tense expressions. And this atmosphere also infects everyone indoors.
"Forget it! Yerong, first organize the members of the Gun Team and set up defensive bunkers on the outskirts of the city. Send orders to raise and resist horses. Use whatever you need, as long as it's convenient for you to act."
"Got it!" Nodding, Yerong rushed out of the door.
Merchants from the southwest of the mainland looked anxiously at several elders preparing to leave. "Is it okay? It's really bad. How could such a thing happen this time?"
"Mr. Shalou, you don't have to worry. This time, we want to let the world know that Lockstone's urban defense is also top-notch. You can temporarily wait in the rear."
"I'll help too," a swordsman stood up and said. Upon hearing this, Shalou became very anxious and shouted, "So what should I do?"
The swordsman pointed to his companion behind him. "Let Dilarocha stay by your side. Anyway, he just returned to the temple and went out again due to this mission. His tired body should not be able to adapt to the intense battle yet. But if he needs to work as a guard, he should be enough alone."
"Diego, what about you?" The swordsman behind took a step forward and questioned his companion.
"The law of the desert is the law of survival, and meaningless aggression must be resisted. No matter who the parties are."
"Survival... is it?"
"It's good to know. I'm leaving!" The conversation between the two swordsmen ended the gloomy atmosphere indoors, replaced by a sense of tension and a battlefield atmosphere.
Hidden deep underground, using the damaged items left over from the Lockstone explosion three years ago, the iron anti horse was melted and made. They rise from the ground at different angles, dividing into two rows to surround the outermost area of Lockstone. Such facilities effectively prevent cavalry attacks and direct infantry attacks, unless the opponent comes from above.
Five iron bunkers are kept at a certain distance from each other, and the bunkers are connected by horses. In addition to using the gun holes of the bunker to threaten the enemy, the infantry team inside also has a considerable level of threat. After resisting the horse, more than ten prominent giant crossbows and catapults were erected, of course, more of them were long speared troops. Using an iron spear equivalent to the height of two people, it is an effective cold weapon to attack any enemy close to resisting horses.
Faced with Locke Stone's defensive formation, it may only be possible to use several times their strength to create countless corpses, allowing survivors to trample on their companions and ultimately achieve victory. The enemy in front of us now possesses the ability to achieve victory, as long as they are willing to pay the price.
In addition to deafening screams, an unknown recitation could be heard from the sky: "... Two armies and horses rushed out to the Imperial Camp. The Imperial Camp soldiers trampled on each other, and the number of casualties was unknown. Later, the Wu soldiers arrived, and the number of soldiers and horses was unknown. The previous leader hurriedly mounted his horse, and when he ran to Feng Xi's camp, flames shot up in the sky. The Jiangnan and Jiangbei shone like daylight. Feng Xi hurriedly mounted his horse and led ten horses away, just as Wu General..."
The swordsman held the handle of his curved sword and arrived at the center of the army. Yerong has gathered several teams holding long firearms, divided into several rows of squatting positions based on the type of firearms in their hands. After expressing his intention, Diego walked to the back of the infantry team and waited. It should be the infantry group on the last line of defense, with each person's face filled with an unstoppable fighting spirit.
Yerong shouted, "Attention! Divide into five rows and shoot continuously. The enemy is numerous and dense, and as long as you aim roughly, you can hit the target. The loading operation must be indeed fast, and the rest of the work can be handed over to others. We just need to be responsible for quickly reducing the number of enemies. Follow my orders and load from one to five rows!"
Although the clothing is messy and the weapons are different, the movements and neatness are indeed comparable to any well-trained unit. Everyone gradually completed the process of ammunition loading and confirmation, and they focused their attention on Yerong.
"Aim in the first row!" The people on the front line set up their long firearms and aimed towards the unknown enemy who was approaching step by step.
The people on Lockstone's side also quieted down at the same time, which gave Diego a tense feeling. He knew that as soon as the opponent entered range, a massacre would unfold. This feeling made him involuntarily grip the curved knife hanging around his waist.
There is a strong contrast between our own silence and the enemy's noise. But in such an atmosphere, no matter how noisy the enemy is, the quiet side seems to be able to hear the breathing and heartbeat of the people next to them. The tension continues to rise.
The opponent who didn't know what was happening gradually approached. There were no proclamations of war or demands, but they were gradually approaching Lockstone. Silence, there may be no stronger oppression in this world than this.
A little strange... such thoughts came to Yerong's mind. There are no long-range attack weapons in front of the opponent, and the team is also very chaotic. In terms of weapon range alone, we lost a significant portion to Lockstone, so why is the opponent's marching speed still like walking? If you don't know Locke Stone's background, then those who are still attacking must be idiots. If we had a clear understanding of Locke Stone's background, then those who attack so slowly would definitely be idiots. Unless... for another purpose!
Just as he reached his conclusion, Yerong swallowed his saliva and immediately opened his mouth to the strange scene before him. The noise suddenly disappeared, and the army in front of us floated into the air, concentrating towards the center like clay, with everyone kneading together. The colorful circles swirled in the sky like clouds, and the thick dust raised did indeed obstruct the view.
When the clouds gathered towards the ground and everything returned to calm, no one knew how to deal with the sudden situation in front of them. They are just waiting, waiting for any event that breaks the silence. And the dust is slowly calming down while waiting.
When the gaze on the grassland returned to control, sixteen people dressed in monochrome robes walked in a row on the grassland. The opponent who had already entered range was still walking slowly, and the people on Locke's side didn't know what to do, they just stared at each other.
As these sixteen people slowly approached the horse, there were already some subtle voices of discussion among the people of Locke's East. A red robed man smiled and said, "The sixteen scholars who supported the ancient library to the mining city of Locke Stone have reported. May I ask, who is in charge?"
"Disarm, disarm." Later, several elders rushed forward.
Refusing the horse and retreating underground, except for a few knowledgeable groups who loudly discussed the situation, most people still held weapons and looked at everything in confusion.
"Hello! Hello!" The leading elder warmly held the hand of the red robed man. "I didn't expect everyone to arrive in such a situation. I'm really sorry."
"It's okay! During this trip, someone suggested using this method because of some petty thieves' harassment. I didn't expect it to cause trouble for you."
Except for the red robed scholar who spoke, all other scholars looked around with curious eyes. A particularly prominent black robed scholar exclaimed, "Wow~No wonder the ancient people of the East would say: it's better to travel thousands of miles than to read ten thousand books. Some things still need to be witnessed with one's own eyes."
"What happened just now?" interjected a young man accompanying the elder. The black robed scholar raised a book in his hand and replied, "It's just that everyone's recitation has materialized the content of the book, nothing more."
"Materialization! Can it be used for actual combat?"
"I don't know, I haven't tried. On the contrary, we heard that there are ancient texts that need to be interpreted, right?"
The elders who noticed the conversation on the side all showed surprised expressions. "Originally, it was said that only scholars at the level of 'Red Robe' would come to support us? Why did the highest level of 'Black Robe' scholars in the library also come to Lockstone?"
"Hahaha!" The black robed scholar walked forward and said with a smile, "It's nothing! Let's go and take a look at those ancient texts we haven't seen yet! Hahaha~"
Scholars and elders left amidst the cold noise and laughter. Although a small number of people followed suit and left, most of them were still stuck in the same place.
"Clap! Clap! Clap!" The sound of applause pulled everyone's consciousness back to the scene. Yerong, who was making noise, said with a relaxed expression, "It's okay, it's okay. Let's go back to work!"
"Wait... wait! Just... what exactly happened just now?" Two members of the musket team stood up and surrounded Ye Rong, asking. And others also focused their attention on the three people who made the sound.
"It's not that we invited scholars from ancient libraries to support Luo before."
"But... but..." I tried to ask further, but the outcome seemed to be in vain. Yerong just patted the other person's head and said, "Anyway, it's okay. Everyone saves trouble. Alright! Get back to your own work! Don't stay here for me anymore. Let's go, let's go!"
Under Ye Rong's shout, the crowd gradually dispersed, with only a few people still stunned on the spot. Turning to the man and woman who were questioning him, Yerong smiled and said, "Don't think so much anymore. Ah! Just in time, you guys go back and pack your bags and accompany me on a business trip."
Staring at the palms sweating with cold sweat, the swordsman seemed to feel a little relieved not to have to pull out his weapon. "You don't seem to have a surprised expression," said Ye Rong as he walked past
"What about you?" The simple three words bring the question back to the questioner. Yerong just smiled and said, "Did you get used to watching strange things before? Aren't you like me?"
"If it's worth my surprise, I wouldn't hesitate to show a surprised expression."
Watching the swordsman leave indifferently, Yerong followed his gaze and captured a panoramic view of the streets of Locke Stone. With an expression of mockery or other significance, he smiled and said, "It's better to travel ten thousand miles than to read ten thousand books. Ha!"
The long road is long, riding horses for a walk on the grassland. The word "leisurely" may not fully describe Yerong's current situation, but the word "relaxed" would be more appropriate.
Apart from talking and eating, this excellent mechanic is almost in a state of dementia. Staring blankly into the distance, his mouth opened so wide that he could almost swallow a fist, leaving only a drool mark at the corner of his mouth. Just looking at his back, it's impossible to guess if he's asleep right away.
Although his achievements and current situation can classify him as a genius who knows how to relax. But in the eyes of others, everyone is just guessing when he will fall off his horse' The word 'excellent' is far away from him.
When there was a noticeable change in the external environment, the horses that crossed over turned into camels, and the lush grasslands turned into deserts, it was only then that Yerong's expression changed. When people from the desert city of Latin all had a feeling of returning home, it was as if Yerong was about to start living.
The boundless desert, the swaying shadows of the sun, and the undulating sand dunes, these unseen things, made this excellent mechanic open his mouth again. Of course, I also ate a lot of sand.
Fortunately, the only thing to fight against was the scorching heat. Riding on a camel, Yerong embarked on a relaxed desert journey. Various supplies are quite complete under the preparation of the employer, and can even be described as luxury. These conditions allow Yerong to face the desert with a joyful mood.
But this relaxed super good luck did not last the whole journey, as they encountered their first sandstorm on the journey.
In the midst of the raging sand, Yerong had a sense of returning to the initial panic of two or three years ago, facing tens of thousands of enemies and their leading angels in Lockstone. The seemingly invincible and invincible immense power can only face that group of living legends - the Seven Warriors.
The sound of the wind that can separate people and the dust that comes rushing towards them, all one can rely on in this is their companions and the camels around them. Besides, in the anger of nature, they are lonely.
When the sandstorm ends, everything returns to calm. Under the protection of the desert ethnic group, the loss of supplies and livestock is not significant, but the embarrassment of everyone cannot be hidden. The surrounding desert remained as usual, and the previous sandstorm was like a dream. Yerong felt deeply mocked, and the desert seemed to be saying to him, "What's wrong?"? What happened to you guys? I am still the same as before, and I will not change myself in the future. But what about you?
"The desert is ruthless and cruel, but it is also gentle and fair." This sentence was the first time in recent days that the swordsman, who was defending the caravan, said to Yerong. Yerong looked at the swordsman Diego, who was smiling at him. From his observations these days, he had never seen this man with such a brilliant smile. He followed Diego's gaze and the swordsman said in a very happy voice, "Let's go! Oasis, this is where we rest today."
At night, stars dot the sky, and the desert ethnic group who stay in the oasis praises the world with their unique songs and melodies. The milk bag and freshly baked dough passed among the crowd, and the warmth of human affection also drove out the cold of the night with the food in hand.
Yerong, who only came to life after arriving in the desert, quite assimilated into this different world. On the contrary, two young mechanics who accompanied him, wrapped in big blankets, complained incessantly.
"It seems like you haven't been defeated," Diego walked up to Ye Rong and handed him the warm camel milk in his hand.
Yerong took the camel milk from his hand and took a long sip before saying, "This level of thing is not enough to knock me down. At least I have seen even more strange people and things. But you, before entering the desert, didn't even know you would laugh. Can't the green scenery compare to this vast expanse of yellow sand?"
Just as she was about to reply, Dilarocha, who was also a swordsman, walked over. He said, "Don't pay attention to him, this monster." He took the camel milk from Ye Rong's hand, took a sip, and continued, "He's a person who doesn't even like to stay in the city. He often runs outside the city. If he weren't so distracted, he would have obtained the qualification of a demon swordsman one step earlier than me."
"The line of sight is too narrow!" He snatched the camel milk from Dilarocha's hand and greedily took a big sip. Using his yellowed linen sleeves to wipe his mouth, Diego said sternly, "There are very few places where, like in a desert, one can see the distant intersection of the horizon and the sky without obstruction at a glance. I can't help but feel sorry for others who cannot experience this scenery, because too narrow an environment will only hinder the development of thought."
Closing his eyes, recalling the scene of yellow sand rolling in the past few days, combined with Diego's opinion, Yerong couldn't help but agree with this view from the bottom of his heart. Without truly experiencing breadth, one cannot truly understand the meaning of 'breadth'.
"The desert will fairly accommodate all those who are willing to follow its laws to survive, and it will not change for anyone. This is an eternal existence. Those who cannot follow it can only leave." Diego stood gazing at the intersection of the desert and the sky under the starry sky.
It was night, and this group of young men, who were in their heyday of development, exchanged their insights on the desert with each other. Various different experiences from outside the desert and the desert residents themselves.
Answer Latin, the most prosperous city in the desert. However, there is a significant gap between the prosperity here and what Ye Rong perceives as prosperity. Perhaps the different color tones used in the city can give people a different feeling. Locke Stone always gives people a gloomy feeling no matter when; The Duke of White Lenin, also known as the Garden City led by Xia Zina, gives people a green tone; Here, the answer to Latin is to use yellow as the background to paint the entire city.
Due to the fact that the merchant leader Shalou invited Ye Rong and his team of mechanics to come to the desert in the name of the Chamber of Commerce, all of which were instructed by the Chaos Temple, located in the desert's honorary leadership position, after receiving everyone's consultation. So until all the equipment and materials required for the production of firearms are complete, the reception work should nominally be the responsibility of the Chaos Temple.
Of course, Yerong can also choose to go to the luxurious residences of merchants and enjoy a period of waiting before work begins. However, he entered Dalain and made a list of the required materials for Shalou, then followed the two swordsmen to the Chaos Temple. And the two smaller ones couldn't help but recite a few sentences.
On the way to the Chaos Temple, a group of five people followed behind and murmured to themselves in a low voice, as if cursing someone. And the first three people had a quite happy conversation.
But soon, the commotion on the street caught their attention. Three or four big men surrounded a graceful woman who was clearly from another city. It can be easily inferred that the woman comes from another city because women who have lived in the desert for a long time will follow tradition and lifestyle habits, wearing dense clothing to wrap themselves up. But she seemed to be showing off her figure, her arms, jade legs, thin neck, and lower abdomen were all exposed in front of everyone without any cover.
As the dispute intensified, Yerong just let out a sigh and stepped forward, intending to help. The young man from Locke Stone, who was also from behind, saw this and smiled, saying, "Do heroes save beauty?"
Yerong just waved his hand and shook his head helplessly. Walking towards the woman's back, he took off the sniper rifle hanging from his shoulder. With a pull of the bolt, he landed on his weak right shoulder and heard a gunshot.
Everyone present looked at the man who had been swept by bullets and fell to the ground in shock. When the man's companion realized he wanted to settle accounts with the other party, he saw that Yerong had already been beaten to the ground.
"Damn it! Don't you know it's so noisy!"
Faced with the footsteps coming towards him, Yerong hugged his head and shouted loudly, "Mipha sister, stop kicking. It's me, it's me!"
"Damn it! How do I know who 'me' is!"
"Yeah... Yerong!"
When he heard the nostalgic name, Mifarar stopped his movements and slowly squatted down to look at the young man he had kicked into an immature state. The group of people who were originally facing her at the back approached and cursed loudly, "Are you guys in the same group? What is the purpose of deliberately stopping us and causing trouble for us?"
At this moment, the two Magic Fencer who were catching up from behind finally figured out the situation. It turned out that the woman dressed in spicy clothes was the first to pick on the other person.
Under the incomprehension of everyone, Mifarar's expression as he gazed at Yerong gradually changed.
"Wow~Sally's dead~" Mifarar burst into tears and threw herself into Yerong's arms. This action left everyone present feeling at a loss.